![Figure][1] CREDIT: PETER HOEY/[PETERHOEY.COM][2] Our task? To position and detonate two 1000-kilo explosive charges on the bottom of Kenya's Lake Turkana. The year was 1990, and these blasts would allow seismometers placed up and down remote parts of the East African Rift to record sound waves from explosions and measure the structure of crust being pulled apart. To collect accurate data, we had to detonate the explosions exactly on time. As an inexperienced graduate student, my job was to pilot the Zodiac raft laden with plastic explosives. Setting the charges on the glassy lake in the morning was easy; we just had to pitch the explosive sausages overboard into a big pile on the lake bottom. We cleverly marked the shot locations with buoys made from empty water jugs anchored with rocks. Returning in the afternoon, we found that the wind had stirred up the lake surface into considerable swells. Finding the small white buoys in a sea of whitecaps was challenging. We found the first of the two, attached the electrical line, reeled off 500 feet of cable, and detonated without incident. But now we had only 10 minutes to find the second, and the wind was fierce. After 9 minutes, we located the small jug. We had time to back off only about 100 feet before hitting the button. The result? Nothing. What we didn't know was that the wind had blown the buoy about 100 feet away from the charge, dragging its inadequate anchor with it. That shift placed us directly above the explosives. So, although we didn't see the plume of water come off the shot, it wasn't long before we felt it. The blast launched the Zodiac and crew into the air. I dangled from the outboard motor and landed back in the lake with the raft, but my two companions were flung into the water. Luckily, the blast had scared the crocodiles away. Under a rain of dead tilapia and muddy water, we hauled back into the boat and started it up. Our only wounds were bruised bottoms from the force of the blast under us. We limped back to shore, where a Kenyan Ministry official had come to keep tabs on us and our effects on the fish. We approached him sheepishly, but he only commented that the second blast had seemed much smaller than the first. [1]: pending:yes [2]: http://PETERHOEY.COM